08 August 2014

vogue.italia


JI was driving around the bend of Sunset Blvd as Sisilia and I were texting... Before we started planning her wedding. We went back and forth as she asked me what to "call" a picture of me chopping tomatoes while having a glass of red and wearing my favorite lynx coat with a cigarette dangling on my lips... Unsure of even why.. "The Bourgeois Butcher" it was! 


     The last time I cried so hard because I was so happy was 11.11.11 Sis texted me a link- as I sat dumbfounded at the computer screen... I was Vogue Italia's photo or the day...  
      And was "for sale" in the Corso Como Gallery ( Group exhibition for Vogue Italia in Milan, Italy)?!?!. (I wonder who bought me- hmm) 
      Having lost my mom 4.30.11 I got to cry for a different reason for once. And it was all because of my Sisilia... Her work speaks for itself, but to be a part of the start of an artists path, is not only an honor- but has a high that nothing could touch. I'm so proud of you Sisilia- and honored to have been your muse! 





Check out http://www.sisiliapiringphoto.com/gallery/los-angeles-fashion-photographer-2/

On 11.11.11 I can say with every bit of confidence and certainty... It was the last time I cried so hard because I was so happy. Xx the amused muse... Bella 






03 July 2014

die

FIREStARTER

get.naked

vul·ner·a·ble
ˈvəln(ə)rəbəl/

   Adjectivesusceptible to physical or emotional attack or harm.



  1. Synonymshelplessdefenselesspowerlessunguardedweaksusceptible


A terrifying word, especially to an artist- sending shivers up  my spine at the thought alone. Willing to be "naked", exposed, unguarded, and most of all and importantly of all- vulnerable. 


when you see certain artists when they perform, like no one is there, they're naked- getting lost in their "character", in their "art", and we just happen to be there watching. That's a difficult place to get to, and one that especially in private settings, is an even harder reach to chip away at the armor we hold up from the darts thrown at our hearts. 




bringing out the different "sides", our different bits and pieces that make us who we are... kudos to you Mr. Bravin... for walking in and automatically there was no wall at all. The hair stylist, assistants, make up, no one was "there", I've come all this way to find out how to come back again to being 8 years old, when my first perfectly pointed toe would hit the stage ready for my solo... because to Madame Bruner's credit, she said no one was watching when I danced, because I danced and get lost in it- and the audience was `there as onlookers, I didn't notice, nor care I'm sure. 


And that's exactly what Adam Bravin was able to do with me when shooting me for Elle Japan magazine... he had me naked, it was just us, and I wasn't scared to even be scared. He made me feel safe to be completely exposed. Thank you Adam. 

25 June 2014

bedtime.stories

    It's to no ones surprise how many shoots that we hash tag as: #sexual #raw #gritty #SomeGuyHashtaggingFuckHerBrainsOut. Whatever gets the predators and those whom objectify off, secretly we get off too as well.


 The mother fuckers make some great art. The words of "yes! Good girl! STAY! Stay RIGHT THERE." becomes almost the background music in my ears as I have an almost evil grin spread across my face, with one hand on my chest and the other usually clutching Jimi Hendrix as we get her exactly where we want her... and the object of the objectification?...


Well, sex sells doesn't it? What provocative and sexually beasts we really are inside, shaking our fingers at those whom aren't afraid to display or explore our animalistic instincts in bed. The instincts that make us rip off each others clothes before we get to the bed, with your legs wrapped around his waist as you're tossed like a rag doll on the mattress top, topless of course, as hands are roaming, groping, grabbing, scratching, biting your lip as  your climax excitedly awaits... and when we reach it- laying on each other panting for a moment... our urge has been satisfied. As the predator has caught his pray.

      Want to call me sexist? Do I objectify women too much? Do I at all? Fuck ya I do, and unapologetically so at that. I love the grit, the raunchy, the raw, the kiss me kill me hold me thrill me. Gives a whole new meaning to someone calling you an animal doesn't it?  





















24 June 2014

the holly holy grail


I finally found "the one" after a year and a half... 

     Being one to not "settle", I knew she had to exist. A hot chick that could skate... like REALLY skate, especially empty pools, (another criteria pertinent to the concept). 
     During a family barbecue, a stunning blonde, beachy waves with the perfect sun kissed golden locks we all sit in our stylists chairs for hours to attempt to reach. 
     As Jimi Hendrix and his usual slutty friendly self found her pup, our bitches were running after each other in no time, and I became a Holly fan right away. 
     Then she drops the bomb of not just being able to skate... but- literally is one of the top pro skaters to even touch the game, let alone a board. 
     Being beyond excited to work with her is an understatement. Getting to throw on cool clothes (or ahem "weird clothes") and have her kill the empty pools like they've been bent over already waiting knowing they're about to made into her bitch, it's going to be a ridiculously amazingly badass shoot. And I can't wait!! FUCK YAAAAH I FOUND the HOLLY HOLY GRAIL! 

19 June 2014

pretty.boys

boys

the girly one